And that’s not something I’ve ever needed before.
Keeley groans when I release my fingers, and I chuckle as I lean in, only stopping to spread her lips again, immediately running my tongue through her heat.
Andfuuck.
“Oh, God. Sorry. Sal. I can’t.”
Her flustered state pulls a smile from within me as I lick a path toward her clit, circling the bud before making my way back down, repeating that movement a few times as I add my fingers again.
Keeley wriggles as I penetrate her, my fingers working her pussy while I suck her clit, her sounds alone making it almost impossible to resist freeing my cock so I can get some relief.
She moans, mewls, squeals, and huffs, all while I quicken my movements, feeling her walls tighten as she glides closer to the edge.
I twist my hand, curling my fingers against her wall as I bite down on her clit.
Keeley arches off the desk as her lips part, and the most glorious moan escapes her. “I’m close. So close.”
“I know.” I glance up at her from between her legs, my face still close enough for my breath to warm her. “I’ve got you.”
She cries out as I lick her again, giving her what she needs, alternating between nibbles and sucks as my fingers work her into a frenzy.
Her ragged breaths stop, and she falls silent as her head flies back and her body bucks into me.
Two more pumps, and she covers her mouth, screaming my name into her hand, her body shaking as her orgasm hits.
I don’t stop until she cries out again, the shaking more of a thrashing now as she grabs my hair, lifting my head to look at her.
She shoots me a glare, and I smirk back at her, my cock twitching as she takes control. I love that she’s comfortable showing me what she needs.
“Fuck, Sal.” She huffs between breaths, shaking her head with a laugh. “That was exactly what I wanted.”
I snort out a laugh of my own because me too, Keeley, me too.
With a sigh, she lies back and closes her eyes, lowering her legs to wrap around me when I stand. And I feel the bead of pre cum soaking my briefs.
As if aware of my inner thoughts, Keeley smiles with her eyes still closed, her lashes fluttering against her flushed cheeks, and I continue to watch her as she comes back down to earth, her breaths slowing to a more even pace.
“You’re really not going to fuck me, are you?” She opens her eyes, pulling her lips into her mouth to smother her teasing grin.
“I’m really not. I’m a man of my word.”
“What if I want it?”
“It doesn’t matter. I’m willing to admit you have a lot of control over me, Keels. But that’s one argument you won’t win.Ifwe ever get to that stage, I’m going to take my time.”
“That’s not an issue. We can go slowly here. There’s no one around.”
As if her words were the switch for our practice field, the lights come to life behind us, bathing us in brightness. “Fuck,” I growl loudly, lifting her back in my arms, and spin around, lowering her to my chair, so her back is to the windows. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.” The fucking windows. How the hell did I forget that?
“Not that I don’t love you moving me around like that. But…what’s the matter?” She giggles behind her hand, sitting up to look over her shoulder.
“I’m not an exhibitionist, Keels.”
“This is actually better for us.”
“What do you mean?”
“Have you ever looked at your office from the field?”
